Mikhail Nehme is an Arab thinker and writer who has many books and poems. Let us shed light on one of the most beautiful poems of this great poet:
Brother:
my brother! After the war, a Western person is buzzing with his works
He sanctified the remembrance of those who died and glorified the brutality of his heroes.
Do not mock those who prevailed, and do not rejoice over those who approached us
Rather, kneel silently like me, with a humble and bleeding heart
Let us cry for our dead
my brother! If a soldier returns to his homeland after the war
He threw his exhausted body into the arms of his companions
Do not ask that if you return to your homelands, we will be alone
Because hunger did not leave us with any companions to talk to
Except the ghosts of our dead
my brother! If the farmer returns to plowing his land or planting
After a long period of abandonment, he builds a hut with a cannon.
Our streams have dried up, and humiliation has destroyed our refuge.
The enemies did not leave us any plants on our lands
Except the bodies of our dead
my brother! What has been accomplished if we had not willed it would not have been accomplished
The affliction has spread, even if we had wanted to stop it
Do not lament, for the ears of others do not listen to our complaints.
Rather, follow me so that we can dig a trench with a spade and a pickaxe
Light up our dead in it
my brother! who are we? No homeland, no family, no neighbour
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The world has afflicted us just as it has afflicted us with our deaths
So bring the shovel and follow me so we can dig another trench
Sometimes I hide in it
